Throwed (Explicit)-Lil Wayne/Gudda Gudda

歌手 : Lil Wayne / Gudda Gudda

专辑 : Sorry 4 The Wait (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:58

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TXT Throwed (Explicit)-Lil Wayne/Gudda Gudda 文本歌词

Throwed (Explicit) - Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)/Gudda Gudda

Lyrics by：Dwayne Carter/Carl Lilly/Derrick Crooms/Corey Dennard/Rickey Harris/Tariq Karim Abdul Ameer/Montreal LaKeith Lee/Kenneth Scott

Composed by：Dwayne Carter/Carl Lilly/Derrick Crooms/Corey Dennard/Rickey Harris/Tariq Karim Abdul Ameer/Montreal LaKeith Lee/Kenneth Scott

Gudda Gudda：

Yeah okay I walk up in the club Louies with the cherry bottoms

Bad b***h on my arm with a Halle Berry body

You know what I do I get straight to the mula

Wristwear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller

I'm reppin' Young Mula Gudda times two I

Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box

Now I got two large accounts

Where money stacks in large amounts

What the f**k you n***as talking 'bout

'Cause we ain't tryin' to talk it out

Pistol hangin' out my jeans it ain't a thing let's spark it out

Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I'm out

Yeah you know what I'm sippin' purple got me trippin'

Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard

I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to f**k every hottie

Get her to the crib and make her f**k everybody

You know the team it's Young Money over everybody

In the rap game so it's f**k everybody

Lil Wayne：

Married to the MOB bury you alive

My girl p***y feel like Heaven to a God

And I came in this b***h with my n***as

Kidnap the baby and the f**kin' babysitter yeah

I be doing me don't give a f**k 'bout what you doing

Blood gang b***h big Bs Boston Bruins

I could do this s**t eyes-closed nothin' to it

Bullets f**k your body up they ain't even tryna view it

I go tough I go stupid

Murk your p***y a*s and everyone you in cahoots with

F**k you with a pool-stick make you swallow toothpicks

F**kin' right we ruthless we done watched too many movies

Done smoked too many doobies murk you out then deuces

We don't know what truce is that bulletproof vest so useless

Flag red like bruises shoot at ya head with them Uzis

I swear your honor I ain't a dealer I'm a user ya dig

I load up the Sig point it at ya wig

Pull over on the highway throw you off the bridge

We don't give a f**k and we ain't never did

S**t three words you never hear

Let him live

I'm in my own zone it got me throwed off

I break these b***hes down I break these h*es off

Lil Tunechi is my name I got Gudda on the tape

Public apology Sorry 4 the Wait

Yeah